The bright and icy light of the sword's edge is like a river of stars shaking in the sky and falling on the Qiujiang River.
The night wind rises, the cold water grows, the bright moon hangs on the gauze, and the dark and fast river tide rolls toward Zhongshan.
The moment Yin Bi jumped out of the sword, Zhong Shan slashed out a sword, and at the same time swept away and retreated until the edge of the ring!
However, Jiang Chao followed, and a thin blood line appeared on his right chest.
The hot blood poured out, and before it could be soaked, it solidified into frost on the ink-splashing landscape robe.
The Sword Intent of the Cold Water Sword is like bone marrow.
But just as Yin Biyue avoided the greatest damage of Zhong Shan's sword at the last moment, Zhong Shan also avoided 60% of the power of this sword.
His sword was in front of him, like a long dike and dam, blocking the surging cold river.
Changes are too fast in one breath.
Yin Biyue's white robe was stained with blood, and the sword qi remaining in the gap between the opponent's bones was hot and violent, and it was also agitated with the coldness of the Hanshui Sword. The wound on his left arm faintly emitted white smoke, which was shocking.
Zhong Shan's face was pale, and although the wound was covered with frost, the sword energy raged up along the meridians, and the stinging pain spread to the heart.
However, they have no time to take care of it at the moment, so they have to fight to get ahead and draw their swords!
The middle-aged woman of Lianjian Sect frowned, "Is the formation on stage intact?"
Elder Cangya Mountain said in a deep voice, "You can't sacrifice two young cultivation geniuses for a flower break."
The elder of the Qinglu Sword Sect held the array pivot and nodded cautiously. Once there is an irreversible danger, the ring formation will start immediately, and the formation itself will bear the sword power.
The disciples of Cangya Mountain and the Qinglu Sword Sect did not have the calmness and composure of the big men.
Their faces were pale, their true essence covered their eyes, and they stared nervously at the ring.
Cheng Tianyu's eyes reddened.
Song Tang's eyes showed worry, Yin Biyue was stronger than they thought. Not only cultivation, he has a very high tacit understanding with the sword, as if heaven complements each other.
Luo Mingchuan's face remained calm, his hands clenched into fists in his wide sleeves, blood dripping from his palms.
The two jumped up at almost the same time, and the two swords met in mid-air!
"Zheng-"
The majestic True Essence forms an invisible half-arc barrier, colliding at the intersection of the swords!
There is no rain, but there is a sound of rain.
There is no lake, but there are bursts of cold.
The disciples who were a little closer in the audience retreated in agony, as if being washed away by the sound of wind and rain, and then drifting in the cold river in the middle of the night.
The time on the stage was almost frozen.
The sword light competes for brilliance, the sword body reflects the blue sky, the bright sun and the wisps of flowing clouds, reflecting their quiet faces and bright eyes.
Soreness and numbness were transmitted from the hilt of the sword, Yin Biyue seemed to understand the opponent's sword intent.
Miserable wind and rain.
As far as the realm is, the worshiper of Ye Cheng also understood, and said in admiration, "It's amazing."
This is not the most powerful sword of the Wind and Rain Sword, but it is the most difficult sword to practice.
For many disciples who practice Wind and Rain Sword Art, this sword is the bottleneck that is difficult for them to comprehend.
The prestige invades the diseased bones, and the rain is suffocating.
How miserable is the sword intent!
The sage who created the Sword of Wind and Rain in the 'Era of All Saints' was poor when he was young, went through bitter cold and entered Taoism in middle age.
This sword is his summary of his first 40 years of bitter life.
And Zhongshan became famous as a young man, and he practiced the avenue all the way smoothly. I can actually feel the sadness and loneliness in this sword.
Really amazing.
Song Tang was not surprised.
When the younger brother was young, his realm was still low, and his true essence was insufficient to protect his body. Every time he swung his sword ten thousand times, his hands were covered with blood blisters, and his muscles and bones were loaded to the extreme. Don't go down the mountain, don't gossip and laugh, don't gather around for fun. In summer, the three Fus and the sweltering heat, and in the winter, the three-nine ice, every day, never slack off.
The price of becoming famous as a teenager is more suffering and loneliness.
The unspeakable loneliness spread up from the sword's edge, making people feel sad.
Before Yin Biyue's sword power was exhausted, he suddenly pulled back and retreated, the sword body went straight down, but his body shape was like a white crane flapping its wings, floating even higher.
The Yihu Sword slashed the head!
The boundless luster flows out from the sword, like the reflection of the clear lake water.
At this time, it was approaching, and the sun was getting darker, far less bright than noon, but the brilliance of this sword was so strong that it seemed to make the sky a little brighter.
If Zhong Shan's sword is a bitter wind and rain, then Yin Biyue's sword is like the rising sun leaping over clouds, with golden light spurting!
It is the confidence and pride of 'not afraid of dark clouds and thousands of feet of waves'.
The general formula of Cangya swordsmanship, 'the rising sun'.
Many Cangya Mountain disciples widened their eyes in disbelief. This kind of momentum is really the rising sun
Zhong Shan landed lightly and raised his sword on the top. The sword screen reappeared, with a faint light on it, like a galaxy scattered, horizontally facing the sword edge that was headed down.
Lu Zhan Chaoyang, the star ring is purple.
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Not only Nanlu, but the whole world is paying attention to this battle.
The cultivators in Yecheng watched the battle from a distance nervously, and those who were unable to go to Yecheng were eagerly waiting for news from their sect clan.
But there are always people who don't have to wait.
Hengduan Mountain is covered with snow all year round.
The highest peak is rime, and the ice hangs like a forest. The cold was so severe that practitioners in the Theravada realm could not stand for long.
At this time, there was an old man standing on the top of the mountain. There seemed to be a terrifying gleam in his eyes.
He is not tall, but standing here, it is as if he is detached from all beings in the world.
Inexplicably gave birth to the grand momentum of all mountains bowing their heads.
Rightfully so. How not to detach? How not to bow down
If the Juggernaut is gone, how can there be a higher mountain than him
He is also watching the battle.
Even if they were thousands of miles away, he could even see the brilliance of the two swords clearly.
He didn't look happy, so he frowned slightly, flicking his sleeves.
In Chongming Mountain, thousands of miles away, Luo Mingchuan suddenly changed his face and looked up to the sky in disbelief.
The elders of Lianjian Sect and Ye Cheng's worship were both pale, and they raised their eyes to the sky.
In the city lord's mansion, Ye Zhiqiu raised his sword and climbed to the highest terrace. His expression was unprecedentedly solemn.
Thick clouds surged from west to south, thousands of miles away in an instant. It is enough to cover the sky on the side of Chongming Mountain, so that the sun will be dimmed.
It seems that in the blink of an eye, there is no thunder, no lightning, and the majestic heavy rain hits hard!
The disciples in the stands were caught off guard, and hurriedly erected the True Yuan barrier, "Why is it raining suddenly?"
Bean-sized raindrops are overwhelming.
After 'Xinghuan Ziji', the two made more than ten swords each. This battle has been from morning to evening.
The true essence, spiritual consciousness, and spiritual will of both sides are on the verge of their limit.
Yin Biyue still couldn't win against Zhong Shan because of the gap between swordsmanship and realm. But didn't lose either.
Therefore, when the rain fell, neither of them had any spare time to take care of them.
But for a moment, Yin Biyue's heavy Taoist robe was soaked with rainwater and became heavier. Just like his heavy breath, as well as the heart, lungs and meridians that have been overwhelmed.
The coagulated blood on the Taoist robe fainted in the rain, and at first glance, the left half of his body seemed to be soaked in blood.
The wind and rain were desolate, and the mist splashed and confused, reminding him of the rain when he retreated and broke the barrier.
It is also so desolate as autumn, and the killing intent is like light.
Zhong Shan's ink-splashed landscape robe is also mixed with blood and rain.
The water flowed down the peak of his eyebrows, and then trickled over the tip of the sword, dripping onto the ring. Water blooms.
His eyes were getting brighter. As if to burn through the heavy rain curtain.
"What a coincidence, at this juncture, there is a rain, and Senior Brother Zhong's wind and rain sword is enough to take advantage of it!"
"Hey, it's going to rain, my mother is going to get married, what can I do?!"
Almost everyone thinks so, this rain is God's will.
Only a very small number of people, including Luo Mingchuan, faintly revealed the Supreme Dao after seeing the dark clouds.
Those who are more than half-step Mahayana are because of the realm, and Luo Mingchuan is because of the practice of Jialan pupil.
But even if the world knew about it, many people would not dare to say a word. The six sub-sages are in the hearts of the world, almost gods.
Thunder and Jade Dew are all holy graces.
The saint is going to change, who dares to say no
Ye Zhiqiu was standing on the terrace, with the lights of thousands of homes in Yecheng at his feet.
He looked to the west sky.
This rain cloud is now in Chongming Mountain, but as long as it moves two miles and comes to the sky above Yecheng, he will shoot without hesitation.
The old butler stood beside him, his voice trembling, "Master, please don't take the sword, this is disrespectful to the saint."
Ye Zhiqiu did not speak, nor did he put down the sword in his hand.
Midland.
In Yunyang City, Mr. Zhang Yuan was drinking tea and watching the sky in the courtyard. It seemed that the weather was bad and annoying, so he threw the tea cup in his hand to the ground.
There was a crisp sound of 'crashing', and the tea was spilled on the ground mixed with broken porcelain.
But before that, Zhong Shan had already raised his sword in the wind and rain.
He took a step forward, and the shallow water under his feet splashed and didn't fall.
Where the sword passed, the fluttering rain threads twisted strangely and gathered with the sword!
So all the wind and rain turned into his sword.
Storm besieged!
Some people thought that Zhongshan would be stronger by taking advantage of the wind and rain. I just didn't expect him to be so powerful.
The sword potential has surpassed the limit of the barrier-breaking realm and touched the threshold of Theravada.
It seems to be about to break through!
Some people even saw that this sword was not only the realm of Zhong Shan's cultivation, but also the magic weapon of the 'Wind and Rain Sword', whose power was fully inspired!
But a rain made it so excited!
No one thought that Yin Biyue could take this incredible sword.
What does he take this sword with
Why would you take this sword
Take advantage of the situation to cast the Cold Water Sword? But the wind and rain are already in Zhong Shan's sword, so how can he take advantage of this
Avoid this sword
How can you avoid the storm
Yin Biyue stood in the rain, his Taoist robe was wet, like an isolated city.